MolechA Chapter by Kenneth The Poet
This is not a check,
but a call to financial arms, there is none left. Non-negotiable, the full faith and credit clause, no gold standard left. We are floating in a stormy monetary sea of dejection. And the Alex Jones ilk, the crazies inside the woodwork are correct. We have been sold down both eternal rivers, the Styx and the Lethe. False flag agenda, an electromagnetic pulse fries the system. The Mayhem cabal blows up the credit houses, like the Twin Towers. This is not a text from an apocraphyl book, but a prophecy from the depths of now and the depths of the past on our own life to come. Jekyll Island, an apt name for the place that gave birth to Mister Hyde, the Mister Hyde that is inoculated from the outside audits. The acolytes of Molech may or may not have created this scheme, but the owl can be seen around the Capitol, and in the upper left corner of the One-Dollar bill, but it may just be exhaust fumes. Whatever the case, this crystal city is now a crystal meth batch. The scabs oozing pus because the bugs will not stop crawling on our skin. Either way, this is our doing and nobody else will foot the bill. © 2011 Kenneth The Poet |
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Added on September 27, 2011 Last Updated on September 27, 2011 AuthorKenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..Writing
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